To think they played often with the idea. Him the monster keeping the princess locked away. In a mansion or big glass box or a coffin. She is more afraid of being alone than anything else but he prefers the opposite. It's not fair, when before she wanted to hurt him but now the scratches on his head hurts her instead. Who is the monster?

She wipes her foolish, foolish tears away with the back of her hand, setting her jaw to make herself feel stronger. But her voice is resigned.

"I will not. I am not her. If it is silence you want then that is what you will have."